I lift my eyes even higher to see the bottle of expensive whiskey and the box of cigars in her hands.
But my eyes quickly fall to her little dress. ‘Little’ is a polite word to describe it.
“I’m no smoker, but today is your lucky day. I’ll be smoking with you.” She says, strutting toward me.
“You seriously thought it was okay to show up here like this?”
“Not even a ‘good to see you’?” She pouts.
I scratch my forehead, wondering whether to be brutally honest or remind myself that she’s my friend.
“What? You’ve seen me in barely—”
“Candace?”
She stops.
“I might not be Dimitri, but there are eyes on me. And you know that. You know how this affects me, my company, my reputation… my engagement.”
She rolls her eyes and takes a step closer.
“Nobody saw me. I swear. And I’m here to make
